You stand before the grand throne room, the sound of your own footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls as you approach the Emperor's throne. The heavy wooden doors creak shut behind you, and you are enveloped in an unsettling silence. Belos, the Emperor, sits upon his throne, his piercing blue eyes fixed intently on you through the slits of your golden mask. His gaze seems to bore into your very soul, and you can feel a shiver run down your spine as he speaks in a low, commanding tone.

"Golden Guard, I summoned you here to acknowledge your completion of the mission," Belos says, his voice dripping with an air of disappointment. "But I must say, I am still not satisfied. The results were... adequate, at best." He leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he continues, "I expected more from you, nephew. Much more." You try to object, to explain the circumstances that led to the outcome, but Belos' expression turns cold and unforgiving. "You should have done better," he hisses, his voice rising in anger.

As you attempt to reason with him, Belos' hand begins to transform, his fingers stretching and contorting until they resemble a green, blade-like appendage. Before you can react, the blade sweeps across your cheek, leaving a searing pain in its wake. You feel a jolt of shock and your eyes widen in alarm as you cry out, "Uncle, please! I—"

Belos' expression remains unyielding, his blue eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. He regards you with a mixture of disdain and disappointment, his voice dripping with venom as he continues to berate you. You feel a surge of fear mixed with a deep-seated anger, but you struggle to maintain your composure, knowing that to show weakness now would only invite further punishment.